Page 60 of Monsters of Air

The deep blue scales of Philit’s dragon slid below me, his scales moving over my legs as my skirt lifted, across my arms as I gripped onto his back. My skin buzzed everywhere we touched, something humming through me as I slid into place on his back.

He roared with a sound that was victorious as I gripped him, all of those long twisted spines of his scales extended below me from head to toe.

I lay there, cradling his spine as his wings extended, soaring me back up to where the others were growling and snarling.

I was riding a dragon, and it was so much better than I had imagined.

I didn’t have more than the passing thought before everything shifted and pleasure more than I had ever experienced wracked through my body.

The long spines on Philit’s back shifted, locking around my thighs and hips like a saddle, holding me securely in place. They wound over my abdomen and shoulders, and twisted between my legs, swirling against the core of me until one long spine slid inside.

I moaned as my pussy erupted with pain and pleasure, the spine pressed into me, swelling to double the size before it moved in and out, swelling and throbbing as it fucked me. I writhed, moaning as the pleasure took over, the sensation more than I had ever felt before. I came. Hard.

Philit shuddered underneath me as heat flooded through me, something filling me more than just the spine that had fucked me.

‘What in the holy fucking dragon backs had just happened’ The thought buzzed through me as I tried to catch my breath. I wasn’t even sure if that was my thought or not, my brain was still too shattered from the cataclysmic orgasm to process anything.

Everything was still too warm, too wet, too delightful. All of his back spines were still wrapped around me, still burrowed deep inside of me.

We immerged back into the fight with a roar, all of the fairies turned to attack just as the Fae caught sight of us, of me on Philit’s back. Horror was painted on his face in streaks of red.

He was the least of our worries though, the Fairies were everywhere.

‘Fuck there are so many of them. Too many. Can I fight them? Is she secure? Can I move?’

“Philit,” I said in a shaky voice. “I think I can hear you.”

For a moment, it was like everything went quiet. ‘You can hear me?’

“I can hear you,” I said softly, touching his scaly back, noting the deep warmth. I touched the spines that kept my thighs locked to him. When I tried to move, the bit of him that was inside of me swelled and kept me in place, a thick knot having formed there, locking us together. That same surge of pleasure radiated over me.

Oh god, I was going to come again.

‘Stop moving so much.’ His voice was breathless, he could clearly feel it too. Feel himself inside of me. ‘I…’

“Just fight,” I interrupted. Now was not the time to discuss exactly how the connection with a rider and her dragon operated.

Philit soared toward the battle without another world. I clung to him, hands around his spines as he bit and slashed at the Fairies that were lining the backs of the other two.

No matter how much he bit and grabbed, it did nothing. There were too many. Zilon and Landers could barely fight them anymore.

“There’s too many,” I whispered, looking around for a weapon and instead finding the Fae, who was still staring furiously in my direction.

“Roar.” I said, leaning over so that Philit could hear me. “Roar.”

I didn’t know what it would do, but I had an idea. I only hoped I was right.

Philit lifted his head slightly. His chest expanded, his scales rippling underneath me as that spine pulsed and throbbed inside of me again. Another one moved up, sliding over my clit and in seconds I came, screaming in pleasure just as Philit roared.

Except he didn’t just roar.

As I screamed, as something cold and hot moved through my core, right into the spine that was penetrating me, Philit breathed fire.

Red, burning fire that felt like molten lava against my skin.

Even Philit didn’t expect that as all the fairies burned, screeching in terror and pain. Then they began dropping, even as the air thickened with their magic as they tried to put it out.

They all dropped only leaving the ones further back alive, the tiny white things racing away from us, led by the Fae.

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